Chapter 17

This intensity was dizzying and intoxicating. Luo Zhuowei only felt her back had unconsciously retreated until it was pressed against the door, and she had no energy left to maintain her usual upright, straight posture. Trembling, she could only half-lean against the door panel to maintain balance.
So kissing really did make people strange? Her body had already reached the critical point of being unable to keep up, yet she couldn't bear to let him stop.
Like willingly drowning completely.
So, what exactly was this situation?
After sending Luo Zhuowei home with what felt like a lifetime's worth of composure, I returned to my apartment and sat on the sofa, about to fall into infinite doubt about life.
Why hadn't I asked Luo Zhuowei if she wanted to be together?
I clearly had the chance to say it, but once I looked at her face, I could only blurt out "Let me deal with that pot of noodles first, then I'll walk you home," almost biting my tongue.
Actually, it wasn't that I hadn't mustered the courage to try to ask naturally, but at that moment, just making eye contact would make me blush involuntarily. The shame that had seemed dead during the kiss all came back belatedly. Looking at her one more time, my mind would start frantically replaying my actions just now.
Plus, fragile self-esteem was also at play, afraid of hearing an answer completely opposite to what I imagined: A pubescent high school boy's entire pride was more fragile than glassware. What if her answer was no?
Thinking of this, I felt like I was going to go crazy from this dilemma. I simply picked up my phone, opened WeChat, clicked on Lin Haoyuan's chat, and typed with the determination of one going to their death: [I'm asking you, how do you usually confess to girls?]
Lin Haoyuan probably wasn't out picking up girls. He replied quickly: [With my face. Daddy usually gets pursued.]
Can this guy just die? I really must be a bit out of my mind. I actually tried to get a serious answer from Lin Haoyuan.
But Lin Haoyuan's reaction nerves in this area were really too fast. Before I could reply, he was like a hyena that had smelled meat after starving for three days:
[Lin Dog Yuan: Suddenly asking this kind of question, you have a situation]
[Lin Dog Yuan: Which girl caught your eye, our little Chen Hang?]
[Lin Dog Yuan: Or is it Luo Zhuowei?]
Does this bastard have to be so sensitive?!
I almost dropped my phone, quickly preparing to change the topic. But Lin Haoyuan, this playboy, wasn't famous for nothing. Plus we'd basically known each other since childhood. He could detect my attempt to cover up even through a screen: [Go away, I was an idiot to ask you this question]
[Lin Dog Yuan: Hahaha!]
Fortunately, his remaining bit of conscience hadn't been eaten by dogs. He didn't continue questioning me.
He just laughed and then hypocritically sent me a voice message. It sounded like nonsense advice, the kind of thing only this dog would do: "You could also try making her confess to you. Seduce her."
"Lift your shirt and show off that body that straight girls love. Guaranteed even a fairy would fall at your feet."
Heh heh.
I coldly replied with a "go away."
What was the relationship between her and Chen Hang now?
Luo Zhuowei was also thinking about this question.
She wasn't obtuse. She could clearly feel that Chen Hang undoubtedly had feelings for her too. But what kind of feelings were they? She didn't know.
Was it going with the flow, or was it like her—unable to help herself?
But the feeling of being treasured was too clear. Luo Zhuowei didn't think that kiss was just male nature at play.
Chen Hang's left hand around her waist was very careful, as if she were something fragile. His actions, within the range of what he could bear, were all gentle. The slight loss of control was only later in the kiss, when his right hand's fingers gently threaded through her hair, the force gentle in a way she had fantasized dozens of times.
The ignited fire almost burned from their touching lips and teeth to every part of their bodies.
Her thoughts were quickly cut off by a light "click" sound. Luo Zhuowei realized she had almost unconsciously bitten the cap of her click pen.
The teacher on the podium was still lecturing enthusiastically, but Luo Zhuowei, this eternal model student, was spacing out again. She looked up and glanced at the owner of that back that had just appeared in her mind.
Out of the corner of her eye, she observed that no one around noticed her and Chen Hang's window-side seats. She pursed her lips, turned her right hand's pen around, and gently pressed the click cap against Chen Hang's back.
Then she clearly saw Chen Hang jolt.
Luo Zhuowei lowered her head and smiled slightly. Her other hand propped her cheek, making a disguise of nonchalance in others' eyes. Then her right hand's fingers applied slight pressure, carefully writing on Chen Hang's back stroke by stroke.
A dot, a stroke, a slash.
Every character was written extremely carefully, slowly yet focused, as if afraid the other wouldn't understand her meaning, or as if wanting to carve that feeling that wanted to burst out into these characters stroke by stroke.
Chen Hang almost reflexively stiffened his back the moment he felt Luo Zhuowei's pen press against it. All the messy emotions from last night that he had finally calmed surged back at once.
He tried hard to suppress his trembling, still maintaining a serious listening expression on his face. Only his gaze, which couldn't focus properly on the blackboard, exposed his helplessness and nervousness.
After... school...
He carefully spelled out the tingling sensation from that small contact point on his back stroke by stroke in his heart.
After school, I have something to tell you.
That contact point suddenly stopped.
Heart pounding like thunder, Chen Hang took a small deep breath. While no one was looking, his left hand quickly made an OK sign behind his back.
Perfect. He also had something he wanted to say to her.
After school.